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“No. Don’t you dare cum unless I give you permission.” I slap one of her thighs, slowing my pace just a little bit.

“Ezra, please!” she cries.

“Please, what?” I growl ferociously.

“Please let me cum! I can’t anymore!” she rambles.

At last, when I sense she can’t take anymore, I lean in closer. “Then surrender to me,” I whisper, thrusting deeper into her, my body maintaining a relentless rhythm. “Cum for me, Raven. Let me feel you.”

With a few more thrusts, she shatters around me, her body convulsing in a wave of ecstasy that ripples through us both. Her cries of pleasure resonate in the room, and I can’t help but follow her over the edge, my control slipping away like a threadbare garment.

When her pussy tightens around my cock, I feel myself lose all form of control. I let out a groan as I cum, her insides milking every single release of mine. The intensity leaves me breathless, my body convulsing as I collapse against her.

Gently, I pull the blindfold from her eyes and run my fingers through her hair, pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

“You did so well, baby girl, ” I murmur, my voice rich with warmth and affection.

She gazes up at me, exhausted yet sparkling with pleasure and satisfaction. I can’t help but chuckle at the sight.

“More,” she whispers, her voice soft but laced with hunger, already craving more. My surprise turns into a deep glimmer of pride.

I can definitely take her a few more times.

I let out a low, throaty chuckle.

“Oh, baby, this is just the beginning.”

Chapter twenty-three

Raven

I step out of the dining room with a mix of emotions. The eggplant parmesan barely registers on my taste buds as my mind is consumed by a single thought—my baby.

The reality of it all is sinking in with each passing second. After being considerably sleepy and hit by bouts of weird cravings for the past few days, I’m astounded that Ezra is still oblivious to my condition. Maybe I’m just lucky. Or I’m terribly good at hiding. I wonder how long it’ll last before Ezra finally catches on.

My mind constantly revolves around the dilemma— the one dilemma I’ve had since I found out: should I keep this secret from Ezra or finally confess?

I don’t know how he’ll take the news. The man is barely recovering from his past, and out of nowhere, I’ll shove the news down his throat?

What if he doesn’t want it? What if this baby changes everything? More importantly, what if it takes away any hope of freedom for me?

I may not be able to guess Ezra’s reaction if he hears, but I’m smart enough to know I’m carrying the child of a don. That in itself is a threat to my freedom.

Keeping it to myself feels like the only way to hold onto that freedom. If I tell him, I might lose it.

The thought of being trapped all over again sends a chill down my spine, but so does the fact that he may be mad if he finds out about the pregnancy on his own.

As I make my way back to the bedroom, my heart feels heavy, and the questions don’t stop running through my head. All I can focus on is how to navigate this tangled mess of emotions.

When I round the corner and step into the hallway that leads to Ezra’s bedroom, I spot the usual guards stationed outside. But what catches my attention is Elio, casually leaning against the doorframe. My eyebrows shoot up in surprise as it is strange to see him in the house at this hour.

He glances at me, his expression unreadable. I can’t help but wonder what’s going on as his sudden presence makes me curious.

“Elio,” I say, as I approach him cautiously. “Do you…ummm…need something?”

I half expect him not to respond. We’ve never spoken like this before… and I never called him by his name.

“Not at all,” he responds, in a curt tone.

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